Thanks again to all my reader's.

On with the Chap, Merlin shall now explain.

"Well, I'm waiting."

Merlin shifted, yes not really meeting Gaius's eyes. He didn't say anything for a while, just sat there staring at the ceiling. Gaius was about to ask again when;

"I just got so tired. It all just sort of piled up, duties, errands, my so-called destiny and then these nightmares. It felt like if I slowed down or stopped I would just fall. You were so busy. I couldn't bother you and Arthur doesn't even care, I'm just his servant," He said, his voice horse.

At the end of this explanation, Gaius sighed. To see Merlin like this; so fragile and hurt, upset him greatly for he knew it was partly his fault for not noticing sooner, He was a physician for gods sake.

"Merlin, I am sorry I should have seen this and put a stop to it, before things got this far. However, I want you to know that you can come to me for anything; you do not always have to deal with everything alone, and Arthur care's for you a great deal, you are far more than a servant to him, you are a friend," Gaius said this with complete honesty.

Remembering the look on the Prince's face when he had burst through the doors Merlin in his arms. A person did not look that distraught for only a servant.

Still Merlin did not look at him, he seemed to be pondering Gaius's words carefully, but soon however, Gaius gave him a foul smelling liquid that was sending him into a deep, supposedly nightmare free sleep.

(With Arthur)

The Prince couldn't be more annoyed, just when Merlin was about to spill what was going on, he was called away. How was he going to focus on a council meeting when his friend was so laid up? Wait no Merlin was not his friend! Defiantly not, he was just a stupid servant that collapsed from a cold. Arthur snorted, who collapses from a cold?

Yeah, Merlin was just a servant! So why did seeing him so weak and fragile, bother Arthur so much?

He was still trying to work this out when he came to the council chamber.

There was his father, talking franticly with some of his council, they looked up as he entered.

"Ah Arthur, there has been some suspicious deaths in the lower town, I suspect sorcery I need you and the knights to investigate, immediately," said Uthur, getting straight to the point.

Arthur was about to protest; he needed to get back to Merlin, but the stony look on his father's face silenced him.

"What makes you believe sorcery is behind this?" Arthur asked, for his father blamed almost everything on magic.

" All the victims body's were burned to a crisp but there was no sign of a fire."

Sorry its so short, it was very hard to write.

Magical Fire victims, that is somewhat worrisome isnt it?

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